Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Georgia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Angels of Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
DNA,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.